Solar Core - The Jazz Butcher

Well, I’ve been talking to the night… and the night talked back to me

I looked into the Abyss and it looked right back into me

Walk a mile in my shoes, spend a night in my bed

You’ll see: the blues ain’t nothing but what goes on in a poor man’s head

The blues ain’t nothing, the blues ain’t nothing but a woman on a poor man’s

mind

The blues ain’t nothing, the blues ain’t nothing but a woman on a poor man’s

mind

Now, I’ve got a job but it don’t pay

But I’ve got to go on living from day to day

So I call out to Jesus.

He don’t help me none

He says he’ll see me at the centre of the earth when my time is done

Shit, the blues ain’t nothing, the blues ain’t nothing but a woman on a poor

man’s mind

The blues ain’t nothing, the blues ain’t nothing but a woman on a poor man’s

mind

And I want to know: can you help me now?

I want to know: Can you help me with my mind?

It’s not an Empire State of mind.

California’s not the kind

No, this is pure NN1 3QF, darling, it’s all mine

Pack your bags, pretty woman, we’re running up that hill

Pack your bags, pretty woman, we’re running up that hill

See, if you don’t come, I’ll be up here still

If you don’t come, I know your little sister will

The blues ain’t nothing, the blues ain’t nothing but a woman on a poor man’s

mind

The blues ain’t nothing, the blues ain’t nothing but a woman on a poor man’s

mind

And I want to know: can you help me now?

I want to know: Can you help me with my mind?

Because nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good

enough

Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough

Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough

Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough